Page 96 of My Damaged Protector

The only reason I'm pregnant and unable to tell him is because I was too into him emotionally to care about whether he used a condom or not.

I didn't even remember that we had unprotected sex!

While I don't make a habit out of sleeping with men randomly or frequently, I sure as hell don't let their dick near me unless it's properly wrapped.

My pregnancy with Olivia was because of failed birth control, and while I was sad about it at the time of the incident, I simply can't imagine my life without that girl. Just like I can't stop thinking about how much this new child is going to mean to me.

I'm going to love him or her like my life depends on it.

So if Ian thinks I'm cold, then he has another thing coming.

Placing my palms on his chest, I try to push him away from me, but I'm no match for his strength.

“Get away from me!” I snap.

Although he doesn't move, he regards me with concern. “What? Why? Did I say something wrong?”

“Damn right, you did! How dare you accuse me of being cold when you've been the one pushing me away all our lives!”

“I didn't say you were cold, I said?—“

“I don't care what you said!” I snap, cutting him off. “Let me go.”

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “Not when you're this angry. Let's talk this through.”

A wry laugh escapes me. “Well that's funny, don't you think? You didn't seem to care about that when you left me earlier!”

“That's not fair, Sarah. You asked me to leave!”

“And I'm asking you to let me go now, but do you really think I mean that?”

We both stop talking, his eyes holding me hostage as my words settle into his brain.

“Sarah.” He breathes heavily, his eyes crazed with emotions I can't define.

His mouth is on mine before I know it. And my hands go to the back of his head on their own accord, holding him to me like a lifeline.

I'm crazy about this man. I always have been. Will that ever change, even when I leave?

Will I be able to forget him again and try to move on now that I'm carrying his child?

My head runs wild with thoughts of having to live without him, and it makes my blood pump and my moves frantic as I come to the realization that this might be the last time I get to have him like this.

I love him, don't I?

I'm not sure, but goddamn it if what I'm feeling as he continues to kiss me while he slowly peels every piece of clothing off my body isn't akin to love.

He takes my hand to his waist, right at the edge of his towel, and he taps my palm, giving me the final say.

This goes on if I loosen the towel. He'll let me go if I don't.

I don't have to think much before I spring into action.

Yanking the towel off his body, I put one of my legs around his waist so I can feel him right against my core.

“Perfect,” I whisper, and I've never meant a word more than this.

“I’m glad you think so.”

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